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In my own time
by Duncan MacKellar
Everybody's racing by,
Faces full of worry.
There's no need for all that speed,
I'm never in a hurry.
A busy beetle scurries past,
No time to stop and talk.
It's no fun when you learn to run,
Before you learn to walk.
The sky is filled with insects,
Always on the go.
Buzz and dip they dance and skip,
Darting to and fro.
Ants are scrambling all around,
Jittery and manic.
Push and hustle, rush and bustle,
Always in a panic.
All that running back and forth,
Just causes wear and tear.
I go with the flow and take it slow,
I arrive as soon as I get there.
The bugs I know like sunny days,
So when it's cool they complain.
When it's wet they sulk and fret,
But I prefer the rain.
I know where I'm coming from,
I leave a sticky trail.
It's not a crime to take your time,
Not when you're a snail.
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